The closer they got to the lowest level, the sicker she got. When the doors swished open on the black and red hallway, she stepped back and shook her head. "I can't do this."
"He's not going to kill you. He needs you alive and healthy to control Jorick."
"Oh thanks. That's comforting."
"Best I got." He grabbed her arm and pulled her after him. "Come on. Don't want to keep him waiting."
"Why do you put up with this? He treats you guys like you're his personal property and makes you play all of these stupid games. Why don't you all stand up?"
Verchiel stopped and turned to meet her eyes. "Would you?"
As if summoned by their thoughts, she could suddenly feel the weight of the master pressing into her skull. She tried to push it away. It was no more effective than a fly fighting a dragon
